#Chapter 75: The Random Man

“About what?” I ask, feigning innocence, as I keep my eye on the room full of Alphas at Samuel’s back. Now is the worst possible time to try to have a private conversation. Even talking to me at all puts Samuel at risk. And me, too, if Caleb believes we are somehow plotting against him. Yet, before Samuel can say a word, and before I can whisper-yell at him to go away, Tristan walks up beside us and gruffly tells Samuel, “I wasn’t aware you have been given permission to speak to any of the King’s harem without supervision.” Samuel pales slightly, yet he still faces Tristan. Maybe he feels like he has some authority here, an Alpha over a Beta. If so, with regret, he’s about to be disappointed. Tristan may be a Beta, but he is the King’s Beta. As far as Caleb and the rest of the capital is concerned, Tristan is second only to the King himself. For Samuel not to notice shows his ignorance of capital politics. I can’t blame him exactly, as these are things I also had to learn afte